Ancient elf as husband

A certain woman thought and asked in his ear, "Have you saved them?"

When the hair was lifted up to cover her, the cute little horns of the elf's pointed ears were exposed. The hot breath hit it, arousing an indescribable taste.

Molix maintained a dignified and elegant look on his face, but his heart began to surge. His green eyes turned dangerously to look at her, and he found that her chin was resting on the back of his neck. It was not intentional, and he looked a little weird.

"No."

No?

Those who didn't know thought it was some kind of great kindness that made them treat him like this.

Jian Yan didn't quite believe it. "Then why are they so nice to you?"

Molix looked at her lightly and said, "Maybe I am stronger and they are afraid."

Why does she always ask nonsense questions.

In this continent, respecting the strong is engraved in the bones of every race. He has said it so many times, but his little brain just doesn't remember it.

That's all, this is his little pet, he loves it.

The leader of the Stone Spirit Tribe wanted to talk to him, but he opened his mouth and hesitated. Seeing him whispering to the movement behind him, he made a tacit agreement to shut up and not disturb them.

This is……

The softer face, is it a female elf?

It seems that he made the right decision not to interrupt them. They have a close relationship with each other. If he rushes up, he might offend this powerful elf. He should just wait and see what happens.

Molix has been in a high position all year round, and with his arrogant temperament, he does not pay special attention to whether the leader of a small tribe will feel embarrassed.

The importance of small pets is much more important than a small tribe with two sides.

Jian Yan was still embarrassed to talk about others in front of others, so she urged a certain man, "They are looking at you. Do they have something to say to you?"

Molix gave him a look and remembered the route he had planned. It seemed that he didn't need much help from them.

It will take a lot of time for the entire Stone Spirit Tribe to get moving and prepare their most precious things.

Molix did not intend to stay in this small tribe, so he put a vine under his body and sat down elegantly. "We are pressed for time, so we will simply explain our purpose here. Do you know what is going on with the locust swarm above?"

The leader of the Stone Spirit Clan had expected him to ask this question, but he didn't expect it would take so long. It had already been a month since the locusts passed by.

"We know that locust swarms have been rampant in the south in recent days, but our tribe lives in the cracks of mountain gorges and has not been attacked. It is really not very clear."

Molix was not too surprised, "What's abnormal there?"

The locust swarms gathered three times in total, and even ghosts could see it was weird. He didn't believe that they didn't send people to check it out.

It’s okay for the elves to be of the plant type. After all, they need to face enemies, but the Stone Spirits are of the natural type.

The facts were as he thought. The leader of the Stone Spirit Tribe knew he couldn't hide it from him, so he said honestly, "There are many heresies. It hasn't rained there this year. Most of the animals living there have moved because of the drought. The ground is different." The level of rift was too great, and the scene was too depressing, and my people didn’t dare to get too close.”

Saying that, the leader of the Stone Spirit Tribe was also a little worried.

Although they, stone spirits, are natural creatures and have no conflict with locusts, they still need to survive, and tree fruits are their main source of food.

As the saying goes, no grass grows where the locusts pass. The locust swarm is a heresy. It is so weak among all races, but it becomes an unrivaled force by virtue of its numbers.